“They offer cheap satisfaction while the soul swims to hell. They blur that pattern, replacing sustenance with venal urges for orange. They take the divine mystery of carbonation and transform it into a sticky poisonous brew of black vice. Your people build temples to blasphemous carbonation. The Coca-Cola building, where you, yourself originate.”

To some Kishocha, snacks are freedom. To others, they are evil. Snack foods take on a lot of meaning in this book.

I haven't decided yet whether I love Happy Snak, or just like it a lot. Only two things have bugged me so far. 1) Hardly anyone seems interested in what killed Kenjan, and 2) I feel like I barely know anything about any of the humans, even Gaia.